Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.